Retired from the University of Texas and too old to play soccer anymore. Now, in the twilight of his years, time is spent writing in this blog, hiking and exploring Texas Parks, photography, working out, gardening and tending to the five ponds he built .
I had a friend come and stay
with me just the other day
which really caught me by surprise
when the phone rang and his voice disguised
trying desperately hard to sound like a Yank
with his British accent it really stank
“George”, I said, “What are you doing here”?
as I heard his voice full of good cheer
He said, “I’m staying just up the street
maybe tomorrow we can meet
I can fill you in on the reason why
I left old England and said goodbye
for the second time in my life
leaving behind without any strife.
I stayed over there almost a year
living with friends which became very clear
was not working out the way that it should
as I could not settle or do anything good
the weather was wet with the usual rain
with little sun and no tan to gain
and I could not find a team
to coach, which really was my dream
so I hopped on a plane and made the short trip
from England to Texas the best place to hit
where I hope to pick up my former life
and maybe even find me a wife
so that I can settle down
no more to roam as I have come back home”.
I met with George the following day
and as he had no place to stay
brought him back to live with me
if only temporarily
until he can find that team to coach
he has a few leads and he has spoke
to one of his friends whom we met
at the fields, where else, who told George to “Get
his bag and to come home with me
to San Antonio and we shall see
about that team and a place to stay”
as they left to go on their way.
I hope things work out for my old friend
and that he lives his dream until the end
as growing old is both our way
always looking to see the following day
living our lives and chasing our dreams
our minds filled with improbable schemes.
It’s been awhile since I last wrote
or to my many readers spoke
of things that happen day to day
as I travel on my way
life is no longer the same
no worldly goods do I seek to claim
content to live with what I have got
on my little half acre lot
my little piece of American pie
with dreams that drift up to the sky
although too old for them to succeed
my mind still active tries to heed
the dreams that still my heart exclaims
as the years run out on all of my claims
to lead s different sort of life
maybe even include a wife
more acres of land to call my own
more years to enjoy what I have sown
ideas that need a more youthful life
not an old body filled with strife
of many years in this world
struggling to help it all unfurl
and what is the purpose at the end
what words of wisdom can I send
to those that I will leave behind
who buys my house what will they find
the ponds the garden the sheds all there
waiting for their tender care
to carry on where I left off
or to start anew at the thinking trough
and fill in the ponds and landscape anew
because they want a different view
with grass and flowers and an open space
each to their own there’s to replace
I do not really even care
what happens when I am no longer there
as my time on this earth will have been run
and for the most it has been fun
with ups and downs as we go through life
hoping that there’s not too much strife
and in the end the question remains
as dead is dead to bury or cremate
I think that when my time does come
a wooden box will be my home
returned back to the cold cold ground
with Mother Nature my love unbounds.
The man sat on his porch looking out into the dark
his eyes did not see anything as he was far away and deep in thought
of how his life had shaped out and what happened along the way
and he would have given anything to be able to change it
but, as with everything connected to life, there is no changing
no going back, no second chance only thoughts of what might have been.
With a sigh, he brought himself out of his reverie and back to the present
as his current wife and lover pulled into the driveway
he watched her walk with that faintly erotic swing of her hips up on the porch
as she disappeared through the door he wondered if she had seen him sitting there
and was ignoring him for the umpteenth time
he sighed again and heaved himself from his chair
and disappeared into the house.
In truth,there was no wife, there was no lover
she had died a year earlier from cancer
he had nursed her through her sickness and suffered her pain
and had been with her when she died and had wept over her grave
and all he had now were his memories strong enough to bring her back
at least in his mind as she walked to meet him
and even though he knew it wasn’t real but just his imagination
he gladly welcomed her back with open arms.
With a jolt he awoke and could remember the dream he just had
but, was it a dream or had she really come to him in his sleep
as he lay there, he could recall every part of the moments
as she was in his arms, warm to his touch and very alive
and he could see the depression in the pillow where her head had been
and could still feel the warmth of her body and her lips as she had kissed him
as she walked through the door he knew that he was not dreaming
and realized that the body in the bed was his and that it was very still
and that he was with his beloved wife in spirit as that was all he had
as his body had died and he knew now they were together forever.
I have one of those days where I have to say
it’s difficult to get moving.
I woke up fine having drawn the line with
no dreams to keep me from going
For when I dream, I always seem
to have to fight or have to run
and find I can’t do either.
I have had a busy week
regardless of what people think
it’s hard to load out rock.
Even with the help one end
when I get to the other
I am the one that unloads the trailer.
Seven loads in all I did haul
from my friends house in Austin
in between each time I helped them plan
the work that they were doing.
A view of the unfinished sidewalk
Replacing the rock that I have at my house
with patio stone of pretty design
they were working so hard out in the sun
the sweat on them was starting to run
into their eyes and soaking their shirt
for such is the nature of working outside
in 100 degrees in Austin.
My friends are smart and make an early start
when the weather is cooler
by 11:00 o’clock they are starting to wilt
with the hot sun beating down on them.
But wait, I do digress as this story is not about them
as I complain to the dogs the only ones around
about the fact that I have no life and even less energy.
I guess moving rock has taken its toll
on my aged body.
So stay inside for the rest of the day
and write bad poetry sounds like a plan
that I can follow or maybe a nap just to catch
up on sleep missed as I was dreaming.
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